Here I am reporting from a dry wash in the middle of my trails.
What? I’ve got to explain myself?
Oh. Dry wash.
Well, it’s dry – most of the time.
That’s why they call it a dry wash.
But sometimes when there’s a lot of rain the water washes through.
That’s why they call it a wash.
So here I am in the middle of this dry wash and I see something strange.
A rock – a pretty big rock – broken in two.
It must have come rolling down the wash and hit this other rock hard.
But if this rock was tumbling down fast enough to hit that rock and break, then I don’t think the wash was dry.
There must have been water flowing through really fast.
Does that mean it was a wet wash?
I guess so.
But I’ve never heard anyone talk about a wet wash.
But there’s something else too.
A rock that hits hard enough to break would probably make a lot of noise.
Maybe a thunder-like noise.
And a dry wash turns into a wet wash when there’s a lot of rain.
And most of the time when there’s thunder there’s rain.
So maybe there’s no such thing as thunder.
It’s noisy rocks instead.
So now I’ve got a plan.
If I could get the City of Sedona to ban all rocks from being here and send them far away, then I’d be a happy dog.
I’m on my way to the Mayor’s office.
I’m sure he’ll think it’s a great idea.
Note from Bongo’s Person: If you’re not familiar with Sedona, it’s famous for its rocks.